My heart - pumping fast and blind, my head - aching from thought of light
Deciding shouldn't take it so hard
But my conscious is suddenly caught off guard
The time that's lost, nature will not requite
But the Sun and Moon were both born glowing bright
A piece of me wants to break - a shard
But what happens then to the pieces I discard?
Realizing the journey is painless
Climbing too quickly can be dangerous
But I can never choose which way is the call
If I won't allow myself a chance to fall
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